Star's poem to Sherman
My poem for Sherman
Your golden fluff is everywhere,
reminding us that you’re not here.
Our humans grieve, they do not know
you linger still and did not go.
I hear your padded step go by
when, sleeping in the door, I lie.
I feel your fur against my face
as you curl up beside my place.
I feel your warmth; I smell your breath,
You’re here in spite of what’s called “death”.
Oh Sherman, Sherman, my dear boy,
I feel your spirit full of joy,
and yet at sunset, cry for you,
and softly howl a husky woo:
woo-oooo, woo-ooooo, woooooo
A note from Sherman & Star's hu-mom:
We thank you all for your messages, we deeply appreciate them.
May all our beloved furkids play happily at the RB til we meet again.